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"I'm coming," Sabrina says as she trails Salem, keeping a close eye on her familiar as he darts through the woods. A burble of sound escapes him, and she sighs, picking up the pace. "I am hurrying. What's gotten into you? I know for a fact this isn't how you like to spend Sunday."

And on a cool, slightly rainy day like today, his lazy goblin butt would be parked on a pile of blankets and pillows, dozing until it's time for dinner.

She's kept wondering for another several minutes-- "You know we have a car now?"-- until suddenly they're in a clearing, the road stretching out not far away.

And then she almost loses her knees out from under her at she stares at the house. Her house. The Spellman house.

"What in the Heaven is this," she breathes, the very sight of the place reverting her speech. Salem mews beside her, a warning that both of them know she's not about to heed.

She hops up the steps, and then the door opens easily, unlocked.

Pulling out her phone, she begins to tap out a message.